3 days later
*Anaïs*
As Griff ushers me towards his sleek, black car, I can’t help but marvel at the contradiction of my man. A century-old werewolf in a modern world, driving a car that probably costs more than my entire art education.
“How in the hell did you talk me into this, Anaïs?” Griff’s voice rumbles next to me, his displeasure clear in his hazel eyes. I know it is really about him being worried.
I shrug, trying to appear nonchalant despite the pounding of my heart. “Jean’s still healing, and you know neither Pierre nor Edward would work as a decoy. They are too... conspicuous.”
Griff’s lips press into a thin line, his fingers drumming restlessly on the steering wheel. I reach over, placing my hand over his to still them. “I trust you to protect me, Griff. I will be okay… I w
